So my buddy (and fellow Browncoat) Tree was up on the roof attaching another tin roofing panel when he commented that the number of ridges on the new roofing panels made it harder for him to stagger the screws evenly. Then he said, "I miss the old ones. These new ones don't math out the same."

I thought it sounded like something a Serenity crew member would have said.

Then I had a sudden image of Tree in the Firefly-verse, and I had this idea to write a fanfic that placed my neighbors and circle of friends on an old ship in the Black. Then I decided to lie down until the urge to write fanfic went away.

We must know different Trees. My friend is only six foot something. He does look a lot like a tree, though--very lanky, with a single waist-length dreadlock, from which he periodically pulls leaves and pine needles. No kidding.

He's also the kind of omnicompetent person I could see doing well in the 'verse: He's a builder, salvager, sound engineer, percussionist, electrician, plumber, and drum maker. Perhaps his biggest flaw is to believe that he knows how to do everything, rather than just 90% of everything. When my next door neighbor gave birth at her place in the woods--accompanied only by her four- and two-year-old daughters--we asked why she hadn't called Tree. (He was the only one of our friends in the neighborhood.) She replied, "I didn't want him to come over and tell me I was doing it wrong!"

A few hours later, when I got there to check on her, Tree did come by, and his first comment was, "Elisa, you should be in bed, not walking around." :-)

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